The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-03-04

storm clouds at Ill in the sky. and one
must have lightning before thunder
sounds, and there's been no FASH
heard some one say POUNDS, she's
All angel, boy-'war o yer blarsted
loose tongue-ye know how't kin bars
pheme when wonst it is brung ter the
p'int!' And, Nora, though I've over
heard blood-curtlling language and
many word sworn once and again
when they thought me array. they
never so much as thunder" will say
when my presence is with them. And
now. Nora dear, I'll describe just a few
of my good pupils here. There's -Four
teenth Street. who, having left bad
wife. came out in despair for the rest
of his life-and he is called Forty"
for short! Then here's ''Sin," a meek
little fellow. short. faded and thin.
The Gent from Arkansas" comes next
on my Observation-Disclosures. with
such a gigantic. hard fist. Deacon
Ben," a queer genius who drinks more
than any, and who is more frightened
at me. dear, than many sOberer, stead
Ter men-and l trust that kind Provi-
dence. always loving and just. will
give me chance once to brighten him
so that the road to the bar I'll be the one
he wo,a't go! think if can not talk
him to reason I'll enact white specter
at the best for season, and waylay
him at night; my pupils all say this
will be the surest and likeliest way.
So YOU see we have ''rOmances."
Speaking Of these, I'll tell you ro-
nance I'm quite sure will please your
fastidious taste. Before "act" or
..scene" / must tell you that AntOin-
cite here is called "Queen;" the cog
romen started somehow with the men,
and they would have it so, though
again and again have told them twas
foolish.
Scene first shows a tree-a sovereign
sconsolate-recognize me; and lean
ing thereon as she sits ut its foot with
her head on her hand and her arm on
root musing full bitterly; for, my
good friend, my life isn't sunshine be-
ginning or end.
Away in the distance the white
mountain peaks lose themselves up in
cloudland; while purplish streaks,
barred with crimson and gold flame
bright in the sun which kissed the
Sierras, now his course was run, in low
ing FAREWELL The dark pines over
head moaned in the soft wind the
words that l said to Charlie, again and
again. The stream. as bright hereto
fore as brook in dream, flowed, sui
len and brown. down low in the gorge;
the orange light famed from Tim Bel
lowses' forge like faint mirrored Ere
fleet" thrown down from the sky. The
evening picture in harmony; l, with
my stifed bewailing. a blot OH the
scene; my life in its autumn. while
fresh living green around me and DER
me its canopy spread from the moss at
my feet to the horizons red. Groups
here of young miners, groups there of
old-all rocking the cradles that bring
them their gold.
And soon will come twilight. rise
from my feet and, trampling the emer-
aid grass meath my feet, go lettering
along the one 'street" of the town to
where my own cabin stands. Aunt has
frown on her angular features.
my, Antoinette. Heaven knows If
it's wrong. dear. to send you-but.
yet, there's duel in prOsbect-yOu
surely must go-the Gent from Arkan-
sas' and .Hatchet-faccdJ Joe are at odds
you will find them both down at the
creek"
ITO be sure. aunt" answer. The
latch gives .'click" and l am soon
down at the stream-side. You'll think
it strangely ridiculous" Nora, you'd
shrink at the name of duel-well,
once so would 1! But now go boldly
to where descry knot of men, black
looking 'gainst the gray gloom, but ere
l approach them see that the doom of
a quick. instant death is avcrted.
..It's Queen, it's Queen Antoinette."
they all cry; ''hey We seen rum-look-
in fellar, a huntsman o. style, who
wars regular boots and whose har
smells o lie! And whose Inning riz-
buns hev buttons o gold-gay fox
like 'nuf'-about thirty years old?"
''Not l." l say solemnly; ''what l
came for was to ask you two men here
the cause of this waT-I heard that a
life was in jeOpardy-shame! Let cow
ards, not brave men, sirs. play ut that
game"
Inever can tell why these men show
such fear of my own insignificant pres
encc. ] hear low mulmurs of "all
right" I'm be -" mo stree
catch me a-pullin' trigger at hc."
'Shill l go bust my brains ont agin
that there stun, or what shiU do for
repentance" asks one. Says the other:
..Jist order me suthin' to do"
THANK You. my friends; 1 am salts
fed. Who was the stranger you spoke
OFF,
Cant say for sartin'," answers an
old man by name '.Nosey Martin"
Ter jcdge by his looks he were sum-
mat swell-but l fash me if Dandy
Sleeve Acre Jest as well as his mother'd
wish him! He KEN to the town and
stopped at the crick, lookin' squarely
and roun'. Then. said he. wipin' his
head with his hans, .fust rate-nuggets
yer findin' in this yer bit o lamp
"'Jest middlin',' l answered. Then
waitin' a space, an scein' wonder
some look on his face, l perceeded ter